Instead of a Kiss (1)
"Oh. Getting serious already?"
"…"
I wasn't sure if this was right. Oppa had set up the tripod in front of the bed for me and fixed my phone in place. Did he really like this kind of thing? I pictured Oppa's face, flushed bright red as he told me to have a safe trip.
I had no idea what I should do. Oppa had said to ignore the camera and act naturally... but easier said than done. Today, like always, it was obvious I'd end up looking like something I never wanted to show anyone. And not only film myself like that, but watch it together with Oppa...
"Starting the recording?"
"Ah, not yet..."
"When do we start? During the main event?"
His words made me flinch. I nodded faintly, almost imperceptibly, and Hyeonwoo oppa patted the bed beside him. Unlike me, trembling with tension, he looked utterly pleased.
"Hn...? O-Oppa..."
"Shouldn't we film this too? Minjun hyung would love it."
"I-I don't know..."
I felt Hyeonwoo oppa's thing pressing against me under my panties. The soft fabric made it feel even better, honestly. There was this pleasure from its thickness and size. Memories flooded in naturally—its shape, size, scent. The feeling when it entered me, when it stayed still, when it moved slowly, when it pounded me senseless. Until it throbbed and pulsed deep inside, making me shudder...
Heat rose in my body, my heart pounding. I couldn't understand why I'd become like this. Just thinking about it made my lower parts slick. A strange pull tugged deep in my belly.
"Seoyeon, wave to the camera."
"Huh? Wave...? Ah, we're not filming yet..."
"Gotta practice, right? It's for showing Minjun hyung."
"Ah..."
"Come on, grab the dick, and wave hi with your other hand~"
Hyeonwoo oppa put my hand firmly on his swollen bulge. Clutching it, I glanced around nervously before shyly waving like I was greeting someone. The camera lens felt like it was staring right at me. My heart thumped wildly, my face burning red.
"Oho. That's hotter than I expected? Minjun hyung's got good taste. Perverts always nail this stuff."
"…"
"Okay, okay. Don't say it like that, right?"
Hyeonwoo oppa chuckled and spread my legs. Seemed like he wanted me to touch down there, so I hesitantly slid my hand over and stroked it. Now that I looked, this part seemed way bigger than Minjun oppas too.
"You're getting the hang of it quick."
"Hn...? Ah, no...! Oppa, this is really..."
"Oh right. No kissing, huh?"
"…"
"Kinda awkward. Sex is fine, but no kissing? What's that mean?"
Hyeonwoo oppa made a smacking sound with his lips and pulled back slightly. I had nothing to say, so I just kept fondling his soft spot.
"You don't wanna kiss me, Seoyeon?"
"Y-Yes...?"
"Don't I kiss better? You've gotta crave it sometimes."
"N-No, never..."
"Really?"
Hyeonwoo oppa stared at me like he knew everything. It was a question I didn't want to answer. I quickly looked away, but my ears turned red anyway.
"Sex is obviously better with me. But kissing—who's better?"
"…"
"No comment?"
"I-I don't know..."
I could feel Hyeonwoo oppa grinning. My ears burned to the tips.
"Fine, fine. It's a promise, so nothing I can do. But what if I force it?"
"Force...?"
"If it happens by accident, it's over, right? Forced or not, it counts."
"Y-You're not gonna do that..."
"Haha, true."
Hyeonwoo oppa laughed and nodded slightly toward something. No words, but I knew what he meant. I gave his soft spot one last squeeze before moving back up the shaft. It had gotten rock-hard already, bulging so much under his panties that I could see the shape clearly. Feeling my heartbeat, I gently stroked along its outline.
"So I gotta hold back? Even so, that's kinda lame. Feels like something's stolen from me."
"…"
"Nah. I can just take something else instead. Or make you not want my kisses anymore."
Hyeonwoo oppa muttered something cryptic as he slipped his hand into my bra. I flinched but just clenched my fists and stayed still. This had become familiar too.
"Alright. First shoot, so let's do some fun training while we're at it."
"Huh? Training...? W-What..."
"Film a teaser before the main event and send it. Minjun hyung's probably dying for it. I'll help."
In the video, Seoyeon was kissing. Or rather, not kissing—it was a blowjob. But why did it feel so much like kissing?
'Haa... chu... Hn, heup...'
Just a single video sent without any message. The ten-minute clip showed Seoyeon sucking Hyeonwoo's dick. He was naked, she in her underwear. She knelt before him, looking up at the cock as big as her face, sticking out her tongue to lick, slurping loudly, pressing her lips to it.
It felt totally different from the blowjobs she gave me. Those were focused on making me feel good, her trying her best. But this... it was more like, what, kissing? She gazed up at his dick with that same hazy look she gave me when we kissed. Like when she'd act cute before kissing, she rubbed her cheek against it cutely and kissed it. She even cupped it like she did my face—wrapping both hands around it like it was the most precious thing.
Soon, she stuck out her tongue just like in a kiss. Treating that huge dick like it was her tongue, she wrapped hers around it, rubbed, sucked it in.
'Heu... chu... Hn, churup...'
She even sucked his balls, which she didn't have to. Burying her face between his legs, she lavished them with licks and sucks. Alternating sides evenly, taking them in her mouth, rolling her tongue. She didn't forget to shake his twitching, aroused cock either.
Just watching made my spine tingle.
Seemed like Hyeonwoo had trained her or something.
'Good, you're a quick learner. Suck the dick again.'
'Don't rest your tongue—suck harder.'
'Tongue in the foreskin. Yeah, there. Focus on under the head.'
Hyeonwoo's voice came from off-screen above. Seoyeon focused on his instructions, obeying perfectly. She was clumsy, but you could feel her concentration through the video.
'Chu, churup... Heup, chu...'
At first, she seemed aware of the camera, but at some point, she forgot it entirely. Just listening to Hyeonwoo, focused only on sucking dick.
'Good, blowjob's done. Now kiss the dick again.'
Hyeonwoo finally spoke after watching for a while. I flinched at "kiss." It wasn't just my imagination.
Seoyeon looked up at his dick again, tucking one side of her hair behind her ear. Like some signal. It kept twitching and throbbing, so she gripped it tight with both hands and pulled it down to kiss level. She swallowed the saliva pooled in her mouth and pressed her lips to the tip of the glans. Then, just like a real kiss, she closed her eyes softly, tilted her head, and stuck out her tongue.
It really felt like kissing. Sure, she was licking the glans, not a tongue, but the sounds were the same.
'What are you doing right now, Seoyeon?'
Seoyeon flinched, answering in a trembling voice.
'K-Kissing... the dick...'
'You like real kisses better, or kissing dick?'
'Hn, Oppa... Th-That's...'
Seoyeon hesitated, and Hyeonwoo stroked her head.
'He'll love it.'
It felt like he was talking about me, watching the video. She seemed aware of the camera again, shaking her head no. Then she kissed the dick again.
'K-Kissing dick feels better...'
'You gonna kiss Minjun hyung's dick too?'
'With Oppa, only real kisses...'
My heart pounded wildly. I'd said no kissing, and here he was making her do something twisted. He patted her head like she'd done well.
'Alright, now to the bed—spread your legs.'
Hyeonwoo vanished from the frame, leaving Seoyeon alone. She looked flustered, staring past the camera.
'What're you doing? Spread 'em.'
'O-Oppa... You really want that?'
'It's your first video—gotta say hi.'
'Th-Then lemme go to the bathroom quick...'
''Cause you're wet?'
'Ah, I'm not wet...!'
Seoyeon flinched, covering between her legs.
'It's fine, get up there. Pussy gets wet sometimes. Mine did too.'
'Ah, no... That's different from this...'
Even on the bed, she slyly covered herself.
'Keep covering? Should I zoom in for a better view?'
'Huh? Ah, no... Don't...!! Okay, just don't zoom...'
'Got it. Spread like I taught you.'
Seoyeon trembled faintly as she moved her hands and spread her legs. Despite her "okay," the camera zoomed in. Seoyeon filled the screen like it was right in her face. Her stained panties were perfectly visible. A round wet spot centered right where her pussy hole would be.
The video hadn't cut, and as far as I knew, Seoyeon had only sucked dick. Sucked it and got stroked a few times—that was it. And yet she was soaked enough to show.
'O-Oppa, what're you doing back there... You didn't zoom, right...?'
'I didn't. Spread wider. Hands under your knees—M shape.'
"…"
She obeyed Hyeonwoo so well, it was weird. Sure, she hesitated in embarrassment, but she did everything he said.
'Now do what we practiced.'
'B-But what if Oppa hates it...? What if he's upset...'
'No way. Minjun hyung might've already jerked off to it. Hurry up.'
'Ah, nooo...'
Shivering, Seoyeon held the M-shape pose Hyeonwoo ordered. I even glimpsed her hole twitching under the wet panties.
'Okay. Look at the camera—go!'
In the video, Seoyeon stared at the lens with trembling eyes. Like she was making eye contact with me. Then, resolved, she opened her mouth.
'O-Oppa...!'
'I-I'm... gonna have sex with Hyeonwoo oppa now...!'
I'd expected it, but it still hit like a punch.
'Y'know, Hyeonwoo oppa said he's gonna do it all night! O-Oppa never could... Right?'
Seoyeon glanced at Hyeonwoo off-camera with shaky eyes. No answer, it seemed. She gulped, trembling harder.
'T-Truth is, I could barely feel Oppa's tiny dick... Hyeonwoo oppa's is huge, so I'll cum so many times...'
'He'll make me feel it as much as I want... Unlike Oppa...'
Her panties soaked through visibly. Dripping pussy juice just from talking.
'I'm gonna film tons of sex with Hyeonwoo oppa... So no jerking off—can you wait? It'll be hard, but...'
'Might be too hard for sex with Oppa after, but I'll jerk you off at least...'
'Good girl.'
The video ended with Hyeonwoo's voice.